Expecting the worst, you look, and instead,
Here’s the joyful face you’ve been waiting to see.
Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes.
If it were always a fist or always stretched open,
you would be paralysed.
Your deepest presence is in every small contracting and expanding.
The two as beautifully balanced and coordinated as birdwings.
Wishing you a weekend of opening and closing, of natural rhythm, of expanding and contracting, of beautiful balance.